Puddles form to mirror the very sky that they fell from,
The sharp talons of the trees explode with colour,
After being cleansed with the kiss of spring rain,
The fragrance of resurgence is pushed to and fro,
Warm southern wind came thousands of miles to cool your face.
Reborn, wet, and in bloom.
Nature demands growth.
...I am dry but for the hole in my shoe.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
Puddles form to mirror the very sky that they fell from,
The sharp talons of the trees explode with colour,
After being cleansed with the kiss of spring rain,
The fragrance of resurgence is pushed to and fro,
Warm southern wind came thousands of miles to cool your face.
Reborn, wet, and in bloom.
Nature demands growth.
...I am dry but for the hole in my shoe.
